Saturday night fever

Was manic from start to finish tonight!

Whereas on Friday night the fights and 'incidents' started around midnight, tonight they commenced from around ten! My first encounter, whilst assisting two colleagues with waking up a sleeping 'patron', was an allegation by bar staff that a guy trying to get into a taxi had poured water over his head. The bar staff wanted him barred, so I approached the taxi with a colleague to try and bring him back to the security office. The guy was maggoted, his older brother kept getting in my way and preventing me from speaking to him, and eventually he decided to make a run for it. Still in cop mode, I gave chase, and was unable to shout up on the radio as people were hogging it. The idiot then fell over his own two feet a short distance away, with me nearly tripping over him! I jumped back and pinned him to the ground, in a horrible and not very textbook maneouvre that my UDT instructors would have cringed at, but which worked nonetheless. He calms down, we get him up and he is barred for two years, with some nice grazes from his self-inflicted injury to show for it!

Next is a drunk young lady who randomly kicks patrons. Figuring that the next person she kicks will be a 6"7 and 6ft wide drunk bloke who will then turn around and pound her into the ground, I physically hustle her forward and away from unsuspecting victims. Her friend shrieks that security have no right to touch people whilst the girl involved starts abusing me. I skip the legal explanation and tell her I don't give a shit what she thinks. She ends up back in the attached nightclub somehow a few minutes later, kicking people and abusing me. She's out the door again, this time she doesn't come back. Thank goodness!

Finally, one of our lovely indigenous folk decides the place is cursed, yet won't leave. By this point I'd had enough, so whilst my colleagues had endless patience in listening to her ramble on and not leave, I ended up shouting at her to get out, that I didn't give a flying toss about whatever she was talking about and I'd be inflicting my own curse upon her if she didn't leave straight away.

They'd be the most interesting points of a shift that generally consistent of an unreleting stream of general underclass and Great Unwashed streaming through the doors. The best part was, ironically, the quietest part, where I was stood guarding the hotel entrance and only letting house guests in. There I was greeting and chatting with newlyweds, award winners from various industry award nights, and general well-to-doers with more sense than to waste their money in a casino. A far cry from the bottom of the gene pool that inhabits the Main Gaming Floor just 100 metres away!